Step By Step

Mystery is his vice and virtueTo his dreams he is trueHe lives his life for yesterdaynot caring for tomorrowThe hurt and pain won't go awayHe lives for his sorrowStep by step in this lifeall he looks for is some strife

All he wants is to killAll love and joy at his willAll life he can make be stilland then he can be happy

Pain that is a wound on his faceTwisting him in a deep placeHe is tragic in black and whiteWearing his anger for all to seeNever giving up the fightWanting all the world to be as sad and lonely as he feelsThe ugliness will never heal

All he needs is some death todayAll enemies taken awayAll victims of his apathy and then he can be happy

His innocence was taken from himUsed and thrown in the binNow he fucks each one the same no caring who he hurtsTheir souls, their hearts, their brainsJust another pice of skirtNot one will ever bethat one he wants to see

All he has is his sadnessAll he wants is some gladnessAll he shares is his badness and then he can be happy